There was some hope for “Breaking Dawn Part 2." The end of Part 1 had Bella (Kristen Stewart) getting pregnant with what might be a demon offspring while becoming something of a demon herself when Edward (Robert Pattinson) turns her into a vamp. I expected Stephanie Meyers's so far-overblown book series to finally find some urgency but this may be the worse one yet, because we now know that it was all leading to bupkis, estab-

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What is there about social climbers that makes their stories irresistible? Guy de Maupassant’s Bel Ami, published in installments in nineteenth century-France, enthralled readers and has been adapted for the screen a number of times. The present version stars Robert Pattinson as Georges Duroy. It is filled with descriptions of the world of journalism, politics and banking which Duroy skims for maximum profit in his ascent

“Cosmopolis,” the new film by David Cronenberg, is a bit anemic but as movie-events in Cannes go, it’s the bee’s knees. There’s a high-wattage star like Robert Pattinson in it, it is directed by David Cronenberg and it was adapted from a novel that is as relevant to our times as it is a stinging indictment of them. Pattinson plays Eric Packer, a multi-billionaire and yen trader who decides to to get a haircut. Except, his preferred barber-shop is

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The marriage of circus and cinema took place in the very early days, fittingly enough as film, the new form of entertainment, sought to capitalize on one of the oldest ones. Some of the first memorable movies about the big top are Chaplin’s “The Circus” in 1928 and Tod Browning’s unforgettable “Freaks” in 1932. From then on, the list of circus movies is unending, about pathetic carnival sideshows in Fellini’s “La Strada” or extravaganzas like Cecil B. de Mille’s “Greatest Show on Earth,” (this last earning a reputation as worse Academy Award winner ever). There are the Marx Brothers, there’s “Trapeze,” we even have Elvis in “Roustabout,” for crying out loud. Some of these films are spectacular or inspired, many corny, hammy, sentimental, and likable. None of these qualifiers apply to “Water for Elephants” a strangely inert vehicle for cardboard cutout characters who sleepwalk through a tired and predictable story.